that's a badly spliced image made of pictures taken last night to show you the discombobulated state of 312.
we wasted the entire weekend either looking at unsuitable rental apartments in the city or unloading+unpacking at 312. cleaning, too. i've been leaving all the doors and windows open all day to air out the bad vibes. i just can't stop thinking about how the entire apartment was filled up with lethal gases!
friday night jg and i went to dinner on fillmore with our friends frank+gabbie. i had never been in that area before. a lot of boutique shops and restaurants. i had fun from just looking at the store fronts. i probably won't go back unless someone visits me from out of town.
i'm feeling a lot better today. there's still quite a bit of unpacking and tidying to do, including setting up a work space. yes, work at home. i am giving myself a trial run working as a consultant. that i don't have to deal with driving and parking is already a big plus.
how long have i lived at 123? just this past weekend, i finally unloaded my very last box. i am sure you will do much better. i wanna go to fillmore. next time i come for a visit, ok?
» from Mariko
Sheesh, I can't believe all the crap you've had to deal with, but hey, at least you were able to afford a hotel and didn't have to sleep in your car, right? Maybe you need to smudge the apartment now to get all the toxic vibes out of there. The neighbors will all think you are stoners, and you will fit right in. Heh.